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Right, Wrong, and "Left"
Mortality

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Never Love Again (name of the song I was listening to)

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"They say a man don't usually love no more than twice..."

and God knows, if that's the case, I've lived my life

"and if he does, you'll never know, cause he won't say…"

So I keep emotions muffled, hopin for a better day

There aren’t many things that “should have been said”

I try to keep it like that. “What if’s” poison my head

Now the ones with half a brain just can’t look at me the same

And those the know my worth say that my value’s insane

But, can you place a value on the strength of a brain?

Cause my soul is so heavy that it’s drivin me insane

“I used to want this forever…” I’m so addicted to writing

“It’s so much easier to run…” I’m so addicted to fighting

I’m so addicted to striving, so “above and beyond”

So, even when I’m throwed off, swear’n that I’m so on

And I’m so off pitch, but I’m so clutch hit

That you can’t even describe what requires a descript…

Now, I’m about three smiles away from a permanent frown

From steady swingin at a life that’s trynna get me down

Half of my life doesn’t even seem to make sense

So, I’ve just been uppin the ante to, hopefully, match the rent

And, right now, I can’t explain livin up to my last name

But I -can- bless what I -don’t- know about pain

Yes, I think “the world should revolve around me”

But I forgot that everything has a price, and “the world” isn’t free

So I’m on my Atlas tip, a hemisphere on each shoulder

Waitin for Hercules as my heart grows colder

I make the sky fall every time I shrug my shoulders

So I been scarin chickens with height issues and hold-ups

I’ve got a whole lot more than just “a chip” on my shoulder

Comfortably conversin with killers and boulder-tokers

Permanently aggie. Angus like (Burger) King beef

Literarily loungin, but wildin like I’m still street…

That’s just Me…

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Now playing: Anthony Hamilton - Never Love Again

via FoxyTunes

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Her Job is Her Life

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Her job is her life

Her job is her life…and it takes what it gives her.
She sleeps the sleep of the dead whenever the Job allows her to.
She does so happily,
trusting that I will wake her in the morning with a Snow White kiss.
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But her dwarves are all neurosis, self-doubt, and a fear of change.
And, sometimes, the Snow White kiss has morning breath.
And, sometimes, it is the Prince that-isn’t-Charming that sleeps...

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A Fifth for your Thoughts, a Penny for your Fifth (repost)

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I’ve been puffing ethereal dreams through a broken blackened pipe

abandoned by a former crack-head

Who saw the error of his ways in Biblical Sunday school pages

So, I'm currently high off of broken hearts,

and, not a few disappointed schemes

Straight trippin on scenes of distorted dreams

Quietly screaming like an abused woman crying for help

from a God that she isn’t sure actually exists,

Because His love doesn’t touch her as often than -his- fists

...or so it would seem

And it all comes back around, for God is not mocked

so self-righteous cops arrest, and beat him to the ground

But we're still dancin to the beat; That all-damning sound...

I’m flowing over serenades of aborted children

And marinades of animals previously thought extinct

And the confusion of a society decided apathetic

That, truthfully, can’t decide which one is worse

Euthanasia has promised to clean up the mess

That has been left behind by the government, lies, and stress

And cops have promised to clean up the mess

That has been left behind by the past generation.

glorification...

and Cess...

Last night I found Kevorkian in the government (Fallopian) tube

...I mean my television. Excuse, if i have confused

But it creeped me out enough to finally snip the cord

umbilical; that direct-feeds the media masses

Unplugged from the Matrix, spittin truth out of plastic

Not of government retail and sodium bicarbonate…

And too many of my brothers and sisters perfectly understand

What I just said not to levy on the head
Of the many-headed serpent that I read about in Revelations

So many injustices that have yet to be admitted
The Hydra’s a conglomerate, but every President is faced with
The threat of being labeled, as a scape goat for the masses
If they don’t do like the good lemmings and just follow the massah’s
And right about now, it’s perfect timing for someone to stand up from the crowd,
Reform the peanut gallery, and inform me that I do not know what I’m talking about
Because I am no longer plugged into the “Now”…
As though there are no longer truths that are timeless.
Like: “absolute power corrupts absolutely”
So pass a law against corn, and the truth you’ll see
And I should probably insert a reference to “the Tube” about now
So -everyone- will know what I’m talking about and I can get paid. How
Can you look yourself in the face when you’re not sure that it’s your face
Because you’ve been so long perpetuating a stereotype

that you look
JUST. LIKE. EVERYONE. ELSE!!!

It’s going to take a lot more than a penny to buy advertising space in my head
You cannot buy and then replace the thoughts in my head
…though, my medulla currently has space for rent
Because, being a “starving artist” is no longer cool
And, if you don’t have rims, who’s going to listen to you??
Plus, I need something else to get fired up about
Because I have recently lost my passion and drive
But I’m just too afraid to die. Because when I reach my appointment in the sky
There are a lot of things that might just cause my God to ask me “why?”
So I’m goin need them answers every first and fifteenth of the month, “Nigga”
That’s how you can pay me. With attention. And your two cents
Because time is something that you can never get back,
And if you someone manage to give me a “Red cent’
You just might take it back and call it “Indian giving”
Isn’t it just like the government to institute an atrocity

Then turn it around on the people that it was perpetuated on?
But, this time, I think that they might be on to something
Because, they haven’t legally owned whips and chains

for black backs and necks, for quite some time.
But the monthly payments for that “whip” outside,

sittin on rims that are older than the kids

that you don’t even pay child support for
Is weighing pretty heavy on your back, right, “Nigga??”
And I bet you’d drop so much of that “Root” of all evil,
Because, when you slice it up thin enough,

it becomes the most sought after, and yet the most useless,

type of paper to ever be made. (Since when were government promises reliable??)
That you might as well have dug up the entire Tree

Well known for the Knowledge of Good and Evil
And all of this to make sure that the “chain” on your neck
weighs heavier than the history lessons of ancestors

that have been forgotten from spoken history
And replaced with TV shows and a sense of entitlement,

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utterly false, cause I’ve been in the military
I did my five years, and I -still- haven’t seen

forty acres and a mule, so don’t count on it, “Nigga”.
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So, you’re renting your “chain” to look fresh to death

and, if you’re lucky, maybe catch an STD
getting head from a Sister that’s practically your Cousin,

-

and…come to think of it, just might be
While that “whip” outside is worth more than your life,

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like time just re-winded to enslave us twice

…

Just as I’m reminded that I -hate- your life...

And since when were you a fool for working just as hard

As the “white man” to try to keep the same job

And make the same money that we claim -he- does,

So that you can have the same things that -he- does,

Cause then maybe you’d finally shut up about what you “feel”

That you’re entitled to (though that is the only emotion that you’ll admit

to, because you believe that as a minority male

you must be emotionally bereft,

unless it’s stamped on the back of your hand to be “shared”

with the woman that you [misogynistically] to“love”).

And I just don’t even have enough interest in the state of “affairs”

That have been labeled as “current”
To marry those words with just enough space

To keep them sane, not smothered by the other
So, the only thing that I “concentrate” on is Orange Juice
Because it says so right on the carton,

...

and I haven’t decided yet if even -that- is lying to me…

...

(Turn off your TV and think!!!…)
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Now playing: Saul Williams - Penny For A Thought
via FoxyTunes

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